What more can I say after two weekends of too much fun - the cause of all my confusion becomes apparent now. Perhaps if I didn't enjoy myself so selfishly and constantly these worries would not overcome me. Even still I wonder if every moment I become less intelligent, articulate, interesting.
But then...
I almost feel more myself now than I ever have. I am raw and human and passionate. It's as though the indecision in my life has faded into the background and I only bother with the present - the only thing that really exists. Thoughts form distinctly in my mind accompanied by images and flowing movement. Is this not how one express oneself?
And so...
It is only by our outward actions and communication that we can make any significant difference in the world. Everyday interactions can destroy your mood just as easily as they can enhance it. Why not put positive messages on your tongue and speak happiness through your lips? Why strike out in fear and anger when you can make someone's day with a simple smile? So I wonder if we really are so selfish as to think that our views should be infringed on others...I wonder if we really are so egocentric to punish the innocent for our mistakes?
